名人诗歌|On the Castle of Chillon

ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind！

Brightest in dungeons^{1 Liberty！ thou art}

For there thy habitation is the heart

The heart which love of Thee alone can bind^2.

And when thy sons to fetters^{3 are consign'd}

To fetters and the damp vault's dayless gloom

Their country conquers with their martyrdom

And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.

Chillon！ thy prison is a holy place

And thy sad floor an altar for 'twas trod

Until his very steps have left a trace

Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod

By Bonnivard！ May none those marks efface^4！

For they appeal from tyranny to God.